Fate, Strings and a Scissors | ✓

Prologue (Draft)

"Ever heard of the red string of fate?" He asked me.

I looked at my pinky finger where it was tied on. "You mean this string that's always around the both of us whenever we're together like a cobweb?" I asked.

His eyes widened. "You can see it?" He asked incredulously. His eyes seemed a little scared. Was it a bad thing I could see it? But if he's asking, didn't it mean he could see it too?

He quickly reassured me when he felt my thoughts. "No, it's not a bad thing Jin." He always spoke like he could read my mind and feel my emotions. And I also felt like I could too. In fact, I knew we could hear each other thoughts. It should have been scary, but it felt like we'd always been like that for a really long time although we're just kids.

He sighed as he wrapped the string around his pointer. "It's an invisible red cord. Or at least it's supposed to be. It's wrapped around the fingers or ankles of those that are destined to meet each other as they are their 'one true love'. They are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances." He explained. "It's what I used to find you." He finished.

He's saying weird stuff again. Like he's an adult. What did he mean by he used it to find me? Was he looking for me before we met? So many questions filled my head. And he could probably hear half of them.

"Can it cut?" I asked.

He thought about it. "There's meant to be a magical scissors that can cut it but, it works with certain conditions like... " He trailed off. I could swear what he thought at that moment was something along the lines of him having to sensor his words since I'm still a kid. Weren't we both kids? "... well, if one of us does something unforgivable to the other." He paused. "But that won't happen." He assured me.

More questions floated all around my head. "Why can we see it? Daddy Jordan and Dalia couldn't see it when I asked them."

His eyes widened. "You asked Jordan and Dalia?" He demanded.

I furrowed my brows. " I wanted to know if everyone could see it!" I exclaimed.

I could feel his worry and it was making me worry too. He was wondering if I asked my mother. "I didn't tell my mom if that's what's bothering you." I stated quietly.

His relief came in heavy waves. He held my hands. "Don't ever tell her about it. Or anything else about us. Okay?" He said staring deep into my eyes.

I looked away. I liked that he was one of the only people who could stare right into my eyes without discomfort but... there was always this guilt I felt in him when he did that. I could feel he felt all my problems we're his fault for some reason.

"You still haven't answered me." I said instead.

He let out a breath as he started swinging our hands. "Because... we're special." He said vaguely while flashing me his pretty grin.

I giggled a little. His joy infecting me like all his emotions do and mine do to him. "You sound like my dad and daddy Jordan."

"But I'm not lying." He said and I instantly knew it was the truth. And the realization made me actually think about what he said about the string that was still hovering all around us.

I pulled my hands from his as I stared into his grey eyes. "So..." I found myself playing with the hem of my dark green tutu and my white pantyhose clad toes were curling up against each other in my shoes. "... does that mean we're real soulmates? Is that why we can kind of hear our thoughts?" I asked in a small shy voice.

He was the best dancer in junior ballet and prettiest boy in our class in school. Somehow, we'd become best friends. And now he's saying he liked me?

Would we get married when we grew up?

He laughed a little and tucked a stray lock of my curly black hair that had escaped my bun behind my ear. "Do you want to marry me?" He asked. And I immediately realized he'd heard my embarrassing thoughts.

I decided to be honest. "Yes." I answered. "But mom won't let me." I couldn't hide the sadness in my voice.

"That's why you need the yellow string." He stated.

I paused. He knew about that one too? I didn't want to acknowledge that I could also see it. Because my yellow string was embarrassingly small. Just a band around my wrist. And his was like most people's. Hovering around him like our red sting. But it wasn't connected to mine.

I acted clueless. "There's a yellow string too? Do we also have one?"

He didn't seem to notice. "We do but, it's not connected. Since it's a personal thing. And I can't see it. But I can feel you don't have much.

So he knows either way.

"How do I get more?" I asked. I desperately needed to know. It was probably what I needed most in my life.

"I've only heard but, you have to steal more." He said in a low voice.

My eyes widened. "Steal?" I said in an incredulous voice. I needed it, but I didn't know I had to steal it.

"Yes." He confirmed. "You have to get it from- "

I woke up with a start in a cold sweat. Goosebumps were all over my body.

"What a nightmare." I muttered to myself as the contents of the memory dream replayed in my head.

I got up to get ready for school.

And thus, the plot begins.